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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.