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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.