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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.