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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.