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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Smog,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.