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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.