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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.