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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.