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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.