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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.