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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.