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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Roxette,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.