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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.