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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.