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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.