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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.