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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.