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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.