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 India and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.