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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.