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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.