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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.