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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.