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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Franke,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.