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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.