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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Slackers,
AZ,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.