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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.