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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.