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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.