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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.