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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.