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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Moebius,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.