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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Aswad,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.