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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.