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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.