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 China and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.