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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Nico,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.