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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.