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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Swans,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.