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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.