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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.