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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.