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 Estonia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.