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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Brick,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.