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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.