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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.