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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.