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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Television,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.