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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.