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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.