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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.