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 Russia and from London.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.