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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.