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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.