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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
New Order,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.