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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Gong,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.