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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.