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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.