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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Names,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.