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 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.