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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Swans,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.