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 Oman 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Can,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.