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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.