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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.