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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.