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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.