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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.