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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.