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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.