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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.