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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.