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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.