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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.