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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.