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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.