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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.