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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.