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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.