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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.