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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.