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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.