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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.