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 China 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.