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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.