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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.