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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.