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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Swans,
cv313,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.