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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
the Human League,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.