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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.