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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.