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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.