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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.