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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.