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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.