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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.