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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Q65,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.