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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead C to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.