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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.