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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.