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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.