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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.