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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
ABC,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.