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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.