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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.