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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.