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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.