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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.