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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.