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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Quantec 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.