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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.