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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.