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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.