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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.