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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.