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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.