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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Television,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.