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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.