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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
AZ,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.