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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.