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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.