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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
UT,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.