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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.