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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.