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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.