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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.