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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.