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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.