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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.