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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
June Days,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.