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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.