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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.