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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.