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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.