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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.