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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.