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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.