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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
MDC,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.