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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.