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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.