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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Smog,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.