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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.