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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Scientists,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.