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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.