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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.