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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.