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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.