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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.