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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.