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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.