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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Mars,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Fear,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.