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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.