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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.