Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
JFA,
New Order,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.