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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.