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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.