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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.