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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Television,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.