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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.