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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.