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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.