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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
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David Bowie,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
MC5,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.