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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.