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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.