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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Cymande,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.