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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.