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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Nas,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.