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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.