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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.