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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.