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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
This Heat,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.