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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.