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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.