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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.