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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.