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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.