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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.