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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.