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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.