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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.