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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Scientists,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.