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 Canada 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.