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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
UT,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.