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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.