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 France and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.