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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.