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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.