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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.