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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.