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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Names,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.