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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.