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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Symarip,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.