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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.