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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.