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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.