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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.