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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.