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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.