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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Magma,
Japan,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.