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 Libya and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.