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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.