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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.