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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.