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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Slave,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.