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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.