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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Motorama,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
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.