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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.