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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.