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 Russia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! 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 crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.