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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.