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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.