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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.