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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.