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 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.