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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.