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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.