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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.