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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.