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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.