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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.