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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.