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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.