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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.