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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.