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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.