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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.