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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.