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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.