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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.