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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.