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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.