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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.