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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.