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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.