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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
AZ,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.