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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.