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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
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.