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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.