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 Laos 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Move,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.