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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.