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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.