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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.