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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.