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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Litter,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.