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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.