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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.