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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.