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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.