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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.