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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.