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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.