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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.