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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.