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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.