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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.