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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
X-101,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.