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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.