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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.