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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.