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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.