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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.