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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.