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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.