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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.