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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Index,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.