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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.