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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.