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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.