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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Magma,
PIL,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.