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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.