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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.