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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.