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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.