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 Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.