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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.