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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.