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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K 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 rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.