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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.