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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.