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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.