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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.