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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.