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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.