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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.