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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.