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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.