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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.