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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.