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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.