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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.