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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Move 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.