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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Crime,
The Standells,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.