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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.