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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Index,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.