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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.