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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.