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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
UT,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.