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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.