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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.