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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.