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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.