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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.