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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.