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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Japan,
MC5,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
X-102,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.