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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Ludus,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.