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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.