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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.