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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.