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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.