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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.