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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.