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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.