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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.