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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.