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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Technova,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.