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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.