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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.