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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.