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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.