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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Wings,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.