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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.