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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.