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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Human League,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.