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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.