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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.