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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.