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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.