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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.