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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Brick,
The Names,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.