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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Quantec,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.