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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.