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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.