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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.