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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.