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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.