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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.