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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.