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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Busters,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.