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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.