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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.