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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.