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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.