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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Swans,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.