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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.