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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.