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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.