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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.