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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Gong,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.