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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.