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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.