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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
The Monks,
10cc,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.