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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Television,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Magma,
John Holt,
Pylon,
cv313,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.