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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Names,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.