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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Faust,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.