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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Ituana,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.