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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.