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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.