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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.