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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.