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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
UT,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.