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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Nico,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.