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 Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.