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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.