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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.