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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.