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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.