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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Niagra to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.