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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 ABC to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.