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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.