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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.