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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.