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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.