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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.