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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Doors to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.