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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.