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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.