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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Franke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.