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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.