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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.