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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.