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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.