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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.