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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.