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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.