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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.