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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.