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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.