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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.