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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.