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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Human League,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.