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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.