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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.