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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.