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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.