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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
PIL,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.