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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.