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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.