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 Croatia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.