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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.