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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Monks,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.