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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.