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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.