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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.