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 Russia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.