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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.