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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.