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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.