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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.