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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.