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 Korea North 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.