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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.