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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.