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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Swans,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.