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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.