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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Nico,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.