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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.