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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.