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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.