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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.