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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.