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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.