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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.