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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.