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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.