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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.