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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.