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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.