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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.