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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.