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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smoke 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.