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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.