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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.