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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Faust,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.