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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Franke,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.