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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.