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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Magma,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.