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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.