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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.