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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.