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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.