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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.