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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.