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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.