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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.