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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.