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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.