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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.