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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.