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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.