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 France and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.