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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.