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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.