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 Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.