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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Swans,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.