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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Television,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.