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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.