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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.