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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Quantec,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.