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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.