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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.