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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
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.