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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.