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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.