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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.