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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
DNA,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.