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 France and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
This Heat,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.