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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.