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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.