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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.