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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.