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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Gong,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.