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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.