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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.