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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.