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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.