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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.