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 France and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
DNA,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.