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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.