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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.