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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Hoover,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.