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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.