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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.