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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
UT,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.