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 Croatia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.