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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.