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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.