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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.