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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.