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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Hoover,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.