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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.