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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.