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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.