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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.