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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.