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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.