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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.