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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.