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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Smog,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.