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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.