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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.