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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Saints,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.