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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.