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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.