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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.