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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.