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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.