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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.