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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.