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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Moebius,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.