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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.