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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.