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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.