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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.